Wounds

I take the knife in my hand,
I make a wound on your shoulder,
Each slash that I inflict,
Makes my heart feel colder.

I hate you for everything you've done,
I just want you to die.
I want to see you leave,
But don't bother saying goodbye.

You don't deserve anything,
You're a devil from hell,
Go back where you came from,
You dark corrupted angel.

I make many more cuts on your leg,
So that your parents won't see,
All the damage upon you,
That was caused by me.

You are worthless is what you are,
No one could ever love you.
No one really does care,
Even if they say they do.

Another stripe of red goes down,
along with many more,
blood drips from everywhere,
almost over every pore.

Then I finally realize,
Through my wounds and health,
that all along I was talking,
and cutting on myself.

Reviews

[Ruarc Cinaed]

This is really good, Daniel. I know you're probably tired of hearing this, but it is a little dark. Anyway, great job.

[Ashley.M.E]

Hmm this is actually really good, dark and evil, but nevertheless well writen.

[Dinesh Sairam]

Woah, too dark. The finishing was great. Yea, I agree with daydreamer54, Don't let her get you down. "Remember to let her under your skin, and then you can start to make it better" (Hey Jude, The Beatles). :)

[Daydreamer54]

Wow very deep, know you might feel tired f my encouragement, but zi'll say it again, don't be so hard on yourself and don;t let a person talk down on you like that, like yoiur'e nothing because you're more then that.

[Loner]

wowwwwwwwwwwwww. beautifull such expression is out of this world.
can i plz keep WOUNDS yr poem in my favourites? i just love yr poem.